Shenyang, the capital of the Dajin Kingdom, although several years have passed since the battle of Liaoshen, but Shenyang has not fully recovered the prosperity of the past, the market is very bleak, the Han people hurriedly walked, saw the Jurchens passing by and hurriedly detoured, lest they anger the Jurchen lord, and were killed by the sword, and the status of the Han people here is not as good as the Mongols and Koreans.

In the middle of the unitary time, in the big Beile Daishan Mansion, Daishan and the eldest son Yue Tuo sat opposite each other, just after dinner, the two also had the habit of Mingguo, and they each tasted tea.

"Amma, the Han slaves in the village are absconding day by day, and only seventy percent of the acres of farmland in the village are planted this year, and I am afraid that the output will not be much in the last autumn." Yue Tuo closed the tea bowl and said. Yue Tuo has a strong body, a square face and a short beard, and his eyes are bright, shrewd and strong.

Dai Shan smiled and looked at Yue Tuo, he helped the iron wrench on the armrest, and said leisurely, "My son has a good plan." Dai Shan is very satisfied with Yue Tuo, among his children, only Yue Tuo is brave and brave, and he can rely on him. Although there was a disagreement between father and son in the first two years, both of them understood that in the eyes of outsiders, they were father and son after all, and they could only fight.

"Amma, the Khan King ordered all the Han people to seize the acres of land, property, and people are all slaves, not allowed to own private property, only for the Eight Banners to cultivate, bloody resistance or anti-flag or for thieves, bloodless also fleeing in large numbers, and ......in the long run" Yue Tuo looked at his own Ama worriedly.

"My son, don't say much about this, it will reach the ears of the King of Khan, and it will be a disaster," Dai Shan immediately stopped Yue Tuo, "I am in the northeast of Fushun, the population of the fields is sparse, I have just entered Liaoshen, and the population of Liaodong is almost all here, each Baylor, Gushan Ezhen, Niulu Zhangjing, which can bear it, even Amma, I can't help it, the King of Khan does not issue this order, I am afraid that the people will have grievances, and the population of the Eight Banners will be enriched with grain and grass, thinking that the expedition will help, and it is not said that there is a big mistake, however, the various departments are too strict, occupy their property, take their wives and daughters, force them to be slaves, and finally end up everywhere, Although there is no great enemy, there are many attacks. Because of this, to anger the king of the Khan, the words of Nikan are not credible, and they should be cut down, although they are angry words, but who can persuade them. ”

The two looked at each other silently.

In the second Bel Amin house in the east of the city, its chief steward Egeleng was kneeling down and weeping bitterly,

"Master, if the non-slaves are not strictly guarded, they all flee, and even their parents, wives and children are abandoned, and they run alone, so what can they do."

"Stupid, from today onwards, Zhuangzhong will sit in a row, ten households will sit for one, one household will escape, the rest will be beheaded, the fugitives will be caught, and Ling Chi will be executed. I don't believe that these Nikans are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of death, how Liaoyang, Shenyang, and Fushun were lost. Amin's already fierce face was red and thick-necked, which made it even more grandiose.

I don't have enough food, I don't have enough clothes, my whole family is a slave, and my woman is humiliated, even if I want to escape, let alone Nikan. Who is stupid. Egeleng complained.

"Erbeylor, calm your anger, Nikan is so unbearable, don't kill it, don't obey." Across the other side, Mang Gultai interjected.

"Having said that, this year's harvest of my two blue flags is too small, which is annoying and hateful."

"The day before yesterday, the Khan also said that my Eight Banners were here, and Nikan was respectful, and when the soldiers retreated, there were complaints, and there were too few killings in Fuzhou." Mang Gurtai took a sip of tea and said.

"Ha, that's it, Daishan is too soft, Fuzhou only beheaded more than 10,000 Nikan, and took tens of thousands of women and children, no wonder King Khan is dissatisfied, if I go, I will kill a clean one, kill monkeys and chickens, and see who dares to rebel." Amin laughed in response.

"Lord Belle, King Khan asked the third Lord Belle to enter the palace immediately." Just then, a soldier came in to report it.

Both of them are the same person.

In the south of the city, Fan Wencheng's Mansion, Fan Wencheng, and Gao Hongzhong are relatively speechless, the oil lamps are dim and gray, and the room is silent.

For a long time, "now the land is withered, the population is scattered, after the Fuzhou incident, the Han people are frightened, lest they follow in their footsteps, and they are also afraid that future generations will live here, and they will all flee one after another, and they will not stop, Anshan, Liaoyang, Gaizhou, and Fuzhou have rebelled," Fan Wencheng's dry voice echoed in the room.

"I can't help it." Gao Hongzhong sighed.

"I really can't, we try our best to persuade, and the big Belle, the fourth Belle is silent, and the second Belle Amin scolds us and others, saying that we and other Nikans are not credible, if it is not for Hanchen, we will be arrested and sent to the village as slaves, but angry, we are the view of the Ming Dynasty is rotten, sincerely come to vote, want to do the dragon thing, but alas, the king of Khan does not believe us and other Han officials, succumbing to the small officials of the Wenguan, alas, today's hearts and goods are lost, and the hegemony is empty." Fan Wencheng walked back and forth, his tall figure swaying, making the small study even more cramped.

"Xiandou, cough cough, don't worry, the King of Khan is sixty and seven this year, I heard the day before yesterday that the previous year's conquest was a big loss itself, cough cough, the tea is good." Gao Hongzhong concentrated on drinking tea.

Fan Wencheng suddenly stopped, looked at Gao Hongzhong, and thought silently in his heart, if the Khan Wangxue, Daishan, Huang Taiji and Khan, as for Amin and Mang Gurtai, in his opinion, they are just thieves in Baylor clothes, who are brave but not wise, and others have no prestige and strength, so they are not worth mentioning.

For a while, the room was silent again.

On the morning of the second day, on the east bank of the Yalu River not far from Yizhou, Luo Shan and his younger brother Luo Dong, Luo Chang, and his sister Luo Juan and Teng Hai and Teng He brothers knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

Blue sky and white clouds, the temperature is neither cold nor hot, this is the best season of the year in Liaodong.

Wu Qun's heart was cold, he looked at the burning ancestral hall, without saying a word, turned around and got on the mount blast, through the burning courtyard to catch up with the slowly walking brigade, he didn't dare to look back at the burning home, afraid that tears would flow down in public, because the twenty-one-year-old Wu Qun was already the head of the Wu family. The Wu family is a big family that was relegated to Liaoyang from Jiangxi during the Yongle period, and moved to Fuzhou because of the grandfather of Wu Qun's grandfather who was the commander of Fuzhou Wei and moved to Fuzhou, his father was the commander of the affairs, and the brother was a hundred households.

Then, a large number of children in the Liaoyang clan came to vote, and the road was miserable, the real estate, the shop, and the Zhuangzi were seized, and everyone became Zhuang slaves, and there were many people in the loss clan, and they rose up and killed the bannermen.

In the following years, several Zhuangzi who moved to their own family in Jinzhou, and his father rose up to respond in the recovery of Jinzhou, and after the recovery of Jinzhou, the family settled in Jinzhou.

A few days ago, the Jiannu army came to attack, the attack on Jinzhou was very urgent, Wu's father and Wu Qun and Wu's children went to the city to help the battle, Wu's father fell to the ground in the fierce battle of the city, and the last words went south, to Shandong to avoid trouble, and Liao affairs were no longer possible.

As the second son, Wu Qun can only take on the responsibility of the patriarch now, and after burying his father in a hurry, he decided to go south to return to Ming.

After walking for a long time with hundreds of clansmen and family servants, Wu Qun couldn't help but look back, only to see the vast land in the distance under the sun, a few wisps of black smoke rose up, entangled with each other, and the blue sky and the earth contrasted, dazzling, for a moment, Wu Qun seemed to smell the scorching smell of the house when it burst into flames, Wu Qun's chest was like a knife chopping axe, torn apart, dismounted and knelt down, holding the black soil in his hand, howling and crying, this is the land stained by the blood of his father and brother, I don't know if I can still see and smell it in my lifetime. The horse is windy and licks the master with his tongue for some reason. Hundreds of people behind him had tears rippling and weeping endlessly, for a long time. A hundred years of development, through the vicissitudes of life, once lost.

Lushun City, Hongwu four years standing, North City, Yongle in the early years of bricks, 200 steps in Monday, one zhang two feet high, two zhang wide, divided into north and south two gates, South City in the north city after ten years of bricks, three hundred steps in Monday, one zhang two feet high, two feet wide, divided into north and south two gates. Since its completion, there has been no war. The two cities are said to be the city, and the city wall is more than one zhang high as the big fort, however, the slave is built several times to attack, the situation is sinister, and the garrison general Zhang Pan reported to Phi Dao and Denglai, Denglai allocated money and grain, and Zhang Pan began to strengthen the city wall in the south of Lushun.

At the beginning of March of the fifth year of the Apocalypse, Lushun was besieged. However, it was besieged by refugees. Refugees from the four guards of southern Liaoning and all parts of central Liaoning surrounded the northern city and stretched to the north of the southern city.

Liu Fugui leaned on the shack with no eyes in his eyes, and he didn't know where he was. Zou Huaien on the side sighed and was speechless. The two are both neighbors and small hair. Zou Huaien's parents died in his early tens, leaving only his sister who was two years younger than him, and without the help of Liu Fugui's family, the brother and sister would have died long ago. After the change of Liaoshen, the seventy or eighty acres of dry land cultivated by the two families were seized by the Zhenglan Banner Niu Lu Erlu, and the house became the house of the Zhenglan Banner Ding, the two families lived in the cowshed and livestock, lacked clothes and clothing, hunger and cold, Liu Fugui's father, younger brother, sister starved to death, died of illness, Zou Huaien's sister also died of illness this spring, the two went up the mountain to chop firewood one day and returned, and were told by the villagers that Liu Fugui's eldest brother and sister-in-law and nephew were executed by the old slave's five buckets of rice because there was no surplus grain, Liu Fugui wanted to go back to fight, Zou Huaien forced him to go south, The two went through hardships and dangers on the road, and even killed two Yu Ding who were not prepared to go to the ground and robbed the grain, silver taels, and Shundao spears, before they arrived in Lushun through the mountains and mountains, however, Liu Fugui did not recover for a long time, and often shouted in a daze, often shouting his parents and siblings in his dreams, Zou Huaien did not listen to the persuasion, but fortunately, he robbed a few silver taels of the two Yu Ding, and the knife allowed the two to survive in Lushun.

Zou Huaien turned around to look outside, his heart was even more bored, around the north city of Lushun to the north of the south of the two hundred steps of the avenue on both sides of the dense shacks, there are the previous refugees left, more are newly erected, I am afraid that tens of thousands of people are crowded here, are all the fleeing people from all over southern Liaoning, there are the original military households, there are large families, there are fugitive slaves, now they are all dirty and crowded together, for a glimmer of hope, you can escape to Shandong, out of the sea of suffering.

The first two batches of ships were all big households, scattered their wealth, bought ships, and left behind all the bitter haha, but they also had to stay up, in the words of the Lushun soldier, the court would not care, after all, hundreds of thousands of Liao people were waiting to be fed.

At the head of Lushun City, the ragged officers and soldiers looked at all this numbly, there have been several large-scale refugee waves in the past few years, from sympathy to numbness, and even the excuse of coaxing the Liao people to be safe and not to make a fuss is to come out of their mouths, the court will not ignore Yunyun, but does Daming really care about this group of ant people, I don't know.

In the back hall of the Lushun Health Office, Lushun General Zhang Pan and guerrilla Zhu Guochang were worried, and they had to repair the southern city, transport the people, and guard against the attack of Jiannu.

In the gate tower of the south city, guerrilla Geng Zhongyu comfortably picked up the tea bowl and won the drink in one gulp. Just now, the housekeeper Hu Yu reported that since the beginning of this month, more than 20,000 taels of silver have been quietly put into the bag. The big families who struggled to leave the place of death obediently offered silver taels and women, just to escape for their lives. Although Lushun is about to face the old slave soldiers, however, wealth and wealth are in danger, and it is not a short period of time, and a large amount of silver is in the bag. This is just the beginning, no hurry.

With a rush of footsteps, I saw Wang Hai, the leader of the pro-soldiers, rushing in and kneeling on one knee.

"My lord, Jinzhou was captured by the old slave yesterday night, and more than 1,000 officers and soldiers including Wang Tao commanded, and more than 3,000 young and strong people were martyred."

Bang, the tea bowl fell to the ground and shattered, Geng Zhongyu was dumbfounded, afraid of something, the old slave came.